The Roses bleed red
To honor the dead
So others could live free
They fought
They died
Giving their lives
For a cause greater than any
They loved and were loved
Lived
Laughed
Cried
They felt Joys
They felt pain
Now beneath the Earth they lie
A reminder that even freedom has price
A toll they gladly gave
Even if it meant a grave
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